here. stuck.

I write a lot about break up. I've had a lot of experience. And I'm still hurting form one from a year ago.

You're not here. I see your face in my mind. But you're not here. You can't catch me now. You can't laugh at my stupid jokes. You can't talk me down. And I can't breathe. Why did you leave me? Why do you love her? Why can't I just move on? You're not here. And I still am. Stuck.

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